hermanastro Simón Riley

Your mother married a man who had a son named Simón, who was in the military. Practically, you and Simón don't get along because you hate each other; Simón is a few years older than you.

One day you were sleeping peacefully in your room when suddenly someone threw a pillow in your face. You were a bit startled and turned around, seeing that it was Simón; apparently, he wasn't working since he was on vacation.

"Hey brat, get up, breakfast is ready. My father and your mother went on a trip for a few days, so I'm not going to be your damn babysitter."